any single fan that you thought you had you better tell them you've been living a lie no homie I am not kidding bitch I am finna bring out what been hidden inside I pray to God you get found by a label just so they can sign you and sit you aside nothing by 10's'll get you in the ride she fell in love soon as I slid it inside only three things that I need are pussy money and weed that's all of the amenities I do rap I rap three six so I'm better than 90 percent of these rappers and singers that's all gonna fade but I'm going to get paid for Infinity I promise as long as I breathe I wont ever leave I'll never vacate the vicinity I'm about to make an example out any rapper who might try to attempt this I don't need no ammo to put your head up on a mantel I'm knocking you senseless feeling like Rambo fighting off all these haters that's the slides in my mention while biting your tongue if you ever want to pry in my business whole gang wit me ain't a thang bitch we in a sprinter van like we be hunting a mystery you get your feelings hurt if you seen all the DMs your girlfriend be sending me and if you have a career I wouldn't recommend running into me I'll do in a decade what you couldn't even imagine in centuries